Little Devil
Firstly, if you looked at me, for even a second, then look away, loser! I do NOT remember asking you to look up. Then remove whatever clothing you are wearing, so I can be absolutely honest with you about your... prospects.
If you were a good boy and kept your lecherous eyes to yourself, then well done you, I am surprised and pleased by your obedience. But you still have to strip. Yes, little pet, everything. Let's see what I have to work with...
Oh dear! Oh dear me! Or rather, oh dear you!
Here's my second gift of honesty, plaything: that darling little thing is never getting inside of me. Really, what would be the point?
You are simply of insufficient calibre to satisfy me in that way. End of story. Which means your only hope to avoid a swift (and naked) exit is to amuse me in other ways...
If you gave me any rating lower than ten out of ten, grab your balls and slowly squeeze them until you're squeezing as hard as you know I would, then count up to the number you selected. SLOWLY. If you're not whimpering, you're not doing it right.
If you gave me ten out of ten, smack your balls as hard as I would. Ten times.
I am a fucking goddess, and goddesses rate at least eleven out of ten, loser. If by some miracle you got that right, you may begin stroking for me.